Just do it

Ok, it's 9:20 p.m. and I am thinking of going to bed. A couple of reasons for this:

1. I have to get up at 5:00 a.m. to go work out for two hours. Yes, two hours. I have set up some weird, stupid ass rules for myself. Don't ask.

2. My roommates are watching Dancing with the Effing Stupid Ass Stars. They watch more television than any two people on the planet. For serious. Instead of, I don't know, living reality they would rather watch it. They were terribly upset with the conclusion of the B@chelor. They actually believe that crap is real. Can you believe that???

I am living here for 29 more days and then I am packing up my cat and we are driving 2,000 miles. In December in a Miata. I'll let you know how that works out.

My roommates really aren't horrible people (although they annoy me to no end at times), I'm just particularly bitchy tonight. For no reason. Well possibly I am very, very hungry. . . but what are you gonna do?

I've taken up this annoying habit of saying "what are you gonna do?" to pretty much every situation.

I wish I could stop, but . . . what are you gonna do?

2007-11-26 at 9:22 p.m.